Robopocalypse: A Novel (Vintage Contemporaries)

Robopocalypse: A Novel (Vintage Contemporaries)

Daniel H. Wilson

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0307740803

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

In this terrifying tale of humanity’s desperate stand against a robot uprising, Daniel H. Wilson has written the most entertaining sci-fi thriller in years.
Not far into our future, the dazzling technology that runs our world turns against us. Controlled by a childlike—yet massively powerful—artificial intelligence known as Archos, the global network of machines on which our world has grown dependent suddenly becomes an implacable, deadly foe. At Zero Hour—the moment the robots attack—the human race is almost annihilated, but as its scattered remnants regroup, humanity for the first time unites in a determined effort to fight back. This is the oral history of that conflict, told by an international cast of survivors who experienced this long and bloody confrontation with the machines. Brilliantly conceived and amazingly detailed, Robopocalypse is an action-packed epic with chilling implications about the real technology that surrounds us. 


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faces me, wiping my nose with the sleeve of her nightgown. “What’s the matter with you, girl? Screaming like a banshee.” Crying hard, I try to tell her what happened, but all I can say is the word “toys,” again and again. “Mrs. Dorian?” asks Nolan. My little brother is out of his bed, standing there in his pj’s. I notice that he has a Dino-bot under one arm. Still crying, I slap it out of his hands and onto the floor. Nolan gapes at me. I kick the toy under the bed before Mrs. Dorian can grab

we put down there. I’m afraid we did a bad thing, you know? We didn’t know what we were doing. It tricked us, Lucy. I mean, what’s down in that hole? What could survive? (SHUFFLING) Well, to hell with it. I’m dog tired and I’m going to take me a rest. Whatever’s down there, I hope I don’t dream about it. G’night, Lucy. I love you, honey. And, uh, if it matters … I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting that evil down there. I hope that someday, somebody will come out here and fix my mistake. This

certain silhouettes—like “guy holding antitank weapon”—within a certain radius. Any insurgent would have known better. I frown, forehead pressed against the thick window. My hands are jammed in my armpits to stay warm. I got no idea why that American tank just erased a friendly soldier, but I have a feeling that it has something to do with SAP One committing suicide. The remaining soldier in the alley watches his buddy go down in pieces, turns, and runs back toward me. Just then, a billowing

statues. I don’t bother to call for help. I know if I were in their place I wouldn’t do anything either. The Big Happy closes the door behind it. A boom echoes through the huge room as the bolts to all the doors slam shut. I’m trapped in here now, until I’m killed. I jog along the assembly line, panting, leg throbbing. The Big Happy stalks toward me. It moves one careful step at a time, silent except for the soft grinding of motors. As I move down the line, I see the tanklets evolve from small

I’m not. My man is calling me. He’s calling for me. Move on if you have to, but I’m getting Tiberius.” Jack climbs the hill without hesitation. The squad looks to me, so I act. “Cherrah, Leo, unpack a lower-limb exo for Ty. He isn’t gonna be able to walk. Carl, get to the top of the hill and put your senses out there. Call out anything you see and keep your head down. We move out soon as they’re back over the top.” I snatch Jack’s helmet off the ground. “Jack!” I shout. From halfway up the

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